A Relaxing Surprise
I loved it, the wind blowing in my fur, the crisp breeze kissing my long ears. It was a beautiful day, not something I was used to. I lay on the grass, my breaths were smooth and planned; inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. My tummy rose and fell tickled by the air currents around me. My eyes were closed, my face relaxed, a nose twitch here and there. The sun kissed my white, brown spotted fur, now there was nothing more relaxing than laying out in your backyard, with nothing to do.
I took the day off from work; I just had enough; enough of children, incompetence, children... their parents; sick of it all. All I could hear was the rustling of a few leaves on the oak tree that stood, a couple of yards from my spot, leaving me with spotted shelter from the sun, I wanted regardless of the heat. I rolled over to my tummy, scratching my thigh softly. My eyes were still closed, just enjoying the day, when a giant glob of what felt like thick water landed on my neck.
"Ughh, you've got to be kidding me..."
I said, opening my eyes, lifting my upper half with my arms, practically colliding with the charcoal colored muzzle inches from my head.
"Ouch," I squeaked.
It was a mixture of surprise, pain, and confusion. I fell to the ground softly, rolling over on my back, eyes popped open for a second time. And of course, in plain sight, there hovered Xander Horton, a husky German shepherd. I rolled my eyes at his animalistic greeting.
"Yes dear?" I cooed.
"Oh nothing..."
His tongue fell back into his mouth as he replied, needing it to form words.
"I just wanted to check up on you... outside by your lonesome."
A smile crept upon his muzzle, his nose glistened in the light that surrounded us, a sight like this always lightened my mood, even forming a small grin as I watched the shepherd's body move.
We were as close as a pair of childhood friends, with the added exception that we fornicated just about daily. His body soon conformed against my shape, wet nose moving against my neck towards my chest. I swatted him away.
"Is that the only thing on your mind?" I huffed, asking in a semi-joking tone.
I, myself, have been known to be frisky, but Xander never stops, if we couldn't be together one day, the following day usually held two, possibly three events to make up for the lack of the previous one. I loved how horny he was, he was probably the only partner I've had that could really please me. For this I was grateful, for him I was grateful, for us, I was grateful.
"B-b-but.." he began, he licked my chest, paw moving upward towards my breasts, my head rolled back, I couldn't resist him, It was just impossible.
"Mmnh, Hali..." he murred into my chest as he groped my breast, playing with my erect nipple, rubbing, and pulling the nub through my shirt. And so it started, our daily ritual of fucking, excuse my French.
His tongue brushed over my breast, I shivered under his weight, pulling at his sides, stroking his tan, and black fur. I was known for scratching, biting even, he enjoyed it though. He supported himself while he lifted his leg over my body, so he was on top of me, stroking my sides. The sun's glare hit his face, he was a beautiful specimen, and the sun gleamed in his dark chocolate eyes, his tail flicked behind him. My body curled underneath him, his groin touching mine, his pants beginning to tighten around his canine cock. I was starting to pant, the breeze rustling my ears, the grass feeling moist against my small tuft tail. I could feel my own body begin to heat up, slit already starting to become wet with anticipation.
His paws grabbed the bottom of my shirt, starting to pull it over my head. I lifted my arms, picking myself up the little that I could, as he tugged the article of clothing off of my body, revealing a pair of D-cup breasts. He licked his lips, placing his maw between them, pushing them together against his nose.
I giggled, "baby..." I whined, he was a teaser, running me up, and then setting me aside to cool down before he played his games again.
His head canted, a small "whaa?" hummed from him, as his smile grew wider. He lowered his head to just barely above my chest, glancing over my chest. He turned his head to the left; starting from the nipple he took a long tongued-stroke to mid chest, now, turning right he repeated the process multiple times. Straddling my body, he kneeled over me, cupping both mounds, squeezing, and moving them around. His tail wagged, his pants practically pitching a tent over my waist.
He retracted one paw from my breast, moving it down my side, meeting the waistband of my pants. Simple drawstrings, he yanked at the bow on my hips, moving his hand underneath the fabric. My legs turned inward, awaiting his arrival, I placed my own paws against his thighs, rubbing them, coaxing him to go further as he just laid his paw on top of my underwear.
His digits moved slowly, separating my legs, feeling along my lower lips. He moved from the back, single finger running along the opening of my slit to the front portions, not penetrating just yet.
"Mmhh..." eyes closed, as I murred, scratching his thighs gently.
My breaths were short, inhales were longer than exhales. I bit my lip, facial muscles beginning to tense, as he toyed with me.
"Quit playing games with me..." I pleaded softly.
A low chuckle came from him, as he moved my underwear over to the side, pushing his middle finger between my lips, already coated in a slick clear liquid. He started at the base of my slit, moving upwards to my clit, massaging, rubbing in every direction, before falling down to my slit again, playing with the opening. I began to pant, as he played with me, getting wetter with each stroke he insisted on taking.
My grip on his thighs began to strengthen, my small claws digging into his fur, his skin too. A low murr came from my tummy, "mmm.." words were hard to form, I turned my head to the side, blades of grass tickling my nose, getting entangled in my long, dark curly hair. Ears laid against my head, as he prodded his finger around, finally entering my slit, sticking his full digit inside me. I could feel his knuckles on either side, closing my legs slightly, to heighten the pleasure. He pulled his finger out, only to force it back in. My waist lifted slightly from the ground, my back arched, eyes shutting even tighter as he continued to thrust his finger inside me, coming out wetter each time. He paused for a second, pulling it out partially, his ring finger moving along my wet hole, now moving inside me as well. He moved his fingers together, my legs shaking, paws grasping, breath escaping me, every time I tried to catch it. I panted, until he stopped so abruptly, my eyes opened immediately.
"But... you had me going..." I admitted between long pants, my nails digging into him angrily.
"Bunbun... don't be so impatient," he said with a smile, "you always get everything you want, do you not?"
I rolled my eyes, at his response, "whatever..." He pulled his paw from my pants, lapping up the juices from his fingers, before unbuttoning his bottoms. His hard, red canine shaft popped out. My eyes grew wider, eyeing his piece. I bit my lip again; he poked the top of my lower tummy with his tool. My slit throbbed between my legs, begging to be fucked.
"Fuck me, please..." I started out stern, but my words meshed into a pleading expression.
He wrapped his paw around his cock, stroking himself while I watched, mouth beginning to water. I squirmed underneath him, begging to be fucked, to be toyed with, not to be teased. I took deep breaths watching him play with himself within eyesight. I sighed, lifting my waist to meet his scrotum, to hurry up the process. He moved back, just enough to pull off my pants and underwear at the same time, before crawling back up, letting his cock rub against me, as he moved. As rough as he was, he was always so gentle with me, protective, and secure. It was comforting. My knees bent slightly, touching his sides, as he toyed with me more. He let his tool poke my slit, rubbing it around. I took a deep breath, before whaling out. I was an impatient rabbit.
My legs curved around his, trying to pull him towards me, but as willing as he was to my whines, he stood his ground. He moved his body completely on top of mine, his arms on both sides of my shoulders, supporting his weight. He leaned down, his tongue meeting with mine, kissing me passionately. My head lifted up, touching his tongue; his warm, wet tongue. It was bigger than mine, and could've easily filled up my mouth, which wouldn't have bothered me. I pushed against him from my position, which was hard to do, being on the floor. He pushed back, our noses touching each other; hot breath mixing, panting beginning to start. He pulled away, his head hung, staring at me.
And it began.
He thrust his cock into my slit, grinding against my clit. I yelped with the initial entrance, unexpected, but incredibly pleasurable. I grabbed at his arms, as I bobbed underneath him. He bucked against me, harder every time, the grass began to feel warm, and spongy beneath our weight. The grass under my behind tickled, causing my tail to twitch underneath me. Uncomfortable as it was, I was more focused on the large canine piece between my legs, causing me to be out of breath so quickly.
I grunted as he bucked against my lower lips with his scrotum, the smacking noise combined with a watery slap consisting of sweat, and pre-cum. I began to pant heavily, trying to catch myself in short bursts, as he hung above me, his waist digging into me every few minutes. He cock filled me up every time; I could feel it pulse between my legs. His hot, ruby red cock, inside my wet slit, the friction caused me to stir below. He slowed his movements down, pushing inside of me as far as he could go, rubbing his sac on my lips, grinding against my clit.
My body began to quiver, feeling my own orgasm overcoming my body. I began to shiver, moaning, as his arms moved closer to my body, keeping me in one spot. I clamped onto his arms, as he began to thrust harder once more, my slit now covered in sweet pre-cum from both parties. My nails dug into him, and he moaned, bucking against my slit. My exhales turning into moans, as I gasped, to breathe. My thighs turned inward as I came all over his hard cock.
He didn't stop, "I'm fucking you Bunbun... is this what you wanted?" His eyes looked down at me, his tongue falling out of his mouth as he finished his question.
"Oh god yes, fuck me sheppy, fuck me hard," I screamed as I creamed our connection, his cock slathered in slick pussy juices.
He bucked once more against me, howling as he too came inside me. I could feel his warm seed, fill me up. It wasn't uncommon that I was left with cum oozing out of my slit, today being one of those days. He bucked one more, hearing the squish noise between us, before pulling out slightly, allowing the cum to drip from me. He was panting hard, trying to catch his breath, as was I. We shook together; I could feel his heart racing, as his chest lowered against mine. He pulled his shaft out of me, placing it on top of my pelvic area, still pulsating as the last remnants of cum dripped onto my fur causing the spots to stick to his tool, and stick to each other. He huffed, his warm breath touching my face; I lift my head to lick his nose, falling back eyes closed against the grass.
He swung his leg over me, so now he was on one side solely. His canine tool still dangling, growing smaller as he rested against me. I curled up next to him, taking in his scent. He nuzzled the area by my collar bone, murring, while I nosed the top of his head, giving him a small lick of appreciation for the wonderful time. We were usually quiet after such an event, our energy wiped as we regained consciousness. He pulled my paw into his, entwining our fingers, as I rolled closer to him, curling up against his form. His fur was soft, and warm. Weakly, I squeezed his paw.
"Thank you..." I smiled into his chest.
"No... thank you, love," he retorted.
And we laid there, for what seemed like forever, just feeling the air against our bodies that kept us warm.
How sweet young love can be.